Since I worked with the lovely Adam and Jola Bowler and Whippy 5 odd years ago Tuesday has always been called Poosday. It is my worst day of the week and the day I loathe as much as I love 5.30 on a Friday.
Today has been particualy bad. Worse than bad. Dull, dull, dull, dull, dull. I seriously could have fit all the work I did in my seven and a half hour day into 45 minutes. So all my time was spent staring into space and blogging / reading other people’s blogs when I could have a sneaky peek at ‘tinternet when my eagle eyed boss didn’t have her eagle eyes on me. Dammit.
So that’s that really. Bit of a moan and not a lot else.
Sam update: Looks like he is seriously thinking of coming to visit this weekend. Much hilarious piss taking was to be had when he had to ask me where Brighton is – the man has been round the world and back on a sailboat and he doesn’t know about Brighton for crying out loud? 1 racy text last night. I seriously feel like some kind of bi polar maniac at the moment going from excited and happy to shitting myself completely. Can I even manage to give him directions to find where I live? God help me. I tried to picture him here last night and decided that was just toooooo weird. He probably will not turn up anyway, he has a habit of that!
Right it is 8pm and I have had one pint and a schnapps and lemonade and I am now in the mood for drinking. Fuck dinner I’m gonna make dodgy cocktails, get messy and text the man! (update tomorrow!)